While mantling on the maiden's cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled.
I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.
The rose is the flower and handmaiden of love - the lily, her fair associate, is the emblem of beauty and purity.
Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
The sharp thorn often produces delicate roses.
It may be that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet,' but I should be loath to see a rose on a maiden's breast substituted by a flower, however beautiful and fragrant it might be, that is went by the name of the skunk lily.
From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.